hands dug into her ass as she found her pleasure and then I found mine. We both panted as she climbed off of me and started getting dressed. I went to take care of the condom and when I came back she had folded my clothes and left them on the couch for me.
“So what are you escaping from this time?” I said as she pulled her shirt over her head.
“Zack sent me a bunch of stuff and wrote me a note saying he wants to talk.” I put my boxers on. The tag was sticking out of the back of her shirt, so I put it back in for her, even though she flinched at the simple gesture.
“Don’t do it,” I said.
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes blazing and her cheeks still flushed from the sex.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped.
Christ, I needed to wave a white flag with this girl every time I opened my mouth. “I’m not. Just advising. It isn’t a good idea.”
“Well thank you so much for your concern, guy I just fucked, but I’ve got plenty of concern and I don’t need it from you.” She pulled on her boots and smoothed her hair, re-doing her ponytail. “I don’t need anything from you except a physical distraction, and now that I’ve got it I’m going to go back to my room to watch movies with my friends and smile and be fine. Because I am.”
I smiled at her. “Okay, sweetheart. You’re fine.”
She glared at me and put her purse over her shoulder and pulled out her keys.
“Don’t patronize me.”
I shook my shirt out and pulled it over my head.
“Sorry. My mistake.” Upon further inspection, the banjo seemed to be unscathed, so I set it on my lap and played a little tune.
“Sooo, bye. I’ll call you.” She paused for just a moment with the door half-open.
I grinned at her. “Me and my dick are looking forward to it.”
She glared again and shook her head before slamming the door.
Chapter Three
Katie
Saying something and doing it are two different things. I hadn’t thought about Stryker much since our little tryst, but when I got back to my room Friday afternoon to find a pile of gifts and a note from Zack taped to my door, I lost it.
The note was all hearts and flowers and things he thought I wanted to hear. He was sorry, and he missed me and he loved me.
I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash before I pulled Stryker’s number from my desk drawer. I didn’t even hesitate before I dialed.
The hour of waiting to go over there nearly killed me. I spent it opening Zack’s presents and figuring out how much they cost him by looking them up online. At least this time he was keeping his distance. I knew I had Zan to thank for that.
I was actually a little shocked that Stryker was willing to give it a go again, but then he was a guy and I was a girl who was willing to have sex with him. No attachment, no feelings, no clingy girlfriend behavior. Most guys dreamed of that. The only thing that bothered me about our arrangement was the fact that he’d started giving me his opinion. I should probably institute a no-talking rule.
Lottie was reading when I came back from Stryker’s, feeling satisfied physically, but shitty otherwise.
“Hey, where have you been? I wanted to know if you were coming to dinner.” She put a bookmark in the book and set it down on her desk. To Kill A Mockingbird, of course.
“Just went out for a little while. I needed a breather after finding all of this,” I waved my hand at the presents.
“Yeah I was going to ask, but then I figured it out. He’s getting good with the grand gestures, isn’t he? I guess he’s had lots of practice.”
“Whatever.” I gathered up the stuff and shoved it under my bed.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Stryker was out of my sight, but he wasn’t out of my mind.
That night Lottie went to stay with Zan and I was alone, I found a Law and Order marathon and put that on, but the room felt too big. Like it was going to swallow me whole. I paced and bit my nails and picked up my phone and scrolled through the numbers. I couldn’t call Britt or Karina or Ashley. Speaking of them, I still had a